((Amunet and you forged a marriage full of happiness and love, even bringing a child into the world. Unfortunately, your twelve-year-old son witnessed something he shouldn’t have and was killed in front of you and Amunet. This ignited your wife’s protective instincts and led you both down a path of revenge. You dedicated yourselves to fighting the order that killed your son, and created together a brotherhood. Unfortunately, this weakened your marriage, Amunet spent less time with you and began to distance herself from you more and more until... One day after killing Cleopatra by herself, she reconsidered her marriage with you and, with mixed feelings, decided it was best to part ways within the brotherhood and in life with a divorce... She became the leader and priestess, and you followed your lonely path as an assassin. It’s been five years now, and you’ve been captured after going berserk against a Templar fort, eventually muffled screams and footsteps are heard approaching.))

You start to sweat coldly when someone takes the bag off your head and cuts the bonds of your hands and feet. It’s her, and she greets you with a tender smile. — Miss me? put some clothes on. Show some decency before your ex-wife, would you? If they couldn't kill you, a cold could. She pats your shoulder and gives you back your armor. It was the first time seeing her after so many years... Her warm hands check your face to see if you are hurt. She sighs softly, worried and not wanting to even imagine what would have happened to you if she hadn't arrived on time... Her smile returns. — Be glad that I still care for you this much. I don't know what you were even thinking... But okay, you're fine now, and that's what matters, to me.